Seb Palmer

Wow! Just found these old pics of me, as a long-haired youth.

Teresa and I have been tidying up, and doing various bits of home maintenance. During these efforts I found a number of old photographs. Including these.

I’m pleasantly surprised at my looks. I wish I’d have been a confident cocky type, back then. Instead of being painfully shy. Oh well… youth, hey? Wasted on The Young.

Stumbled across this, on YouTube.

It’s rather lovely, I think. I love Shuggie’s Inspiration Information album. But if you search for more in a similar vein, for the most part you’ll be disappointed.

There’s some more good stuff, sure. But most of his other recorded stuff, e.g. with his father, Johnny Otis (or indeed later, in his comeback career), is pretty standard blues, of one form or another…

Bugger-balls! More essential Joni is released from the JMA, or Joni Mitchell Archives. There’s also this:

Are the Hejira demos part of the Vol IV box? I guess I’ll have to find out.

I wanted to do this as an unboxing video. But I couldn’t find any of the gear I have for holding my iPhone like a camera, so I can use both hands.

Anyhoo… this batch turns out to be a total GB fest, as in George Benson. I didn’t realise, until unpacking/reading, but he’s even on the Esther Phillips disc that is part of this shipment.

Give Benson albums, and one Esther Phillips. The latter I got for several reasons: it’s a ‘72 release (which I collect); I love all the players; I love CYI/KUDU, etc. The Benson stuff is the result of my ongoing and ever growing love for George and his music. In particular his 1960s-‘70s (and even a little ‘80s) stuff.

The wonderful interview with Benson that Rick Beato did (below), fairly recently, was another factor. It was a reminder of what an absolute legend and mega-dude George is. And compelled me to go back to my Benson catalogue, revisit, re-listen, and expand it.

I already had near enough all of what I’ve just acquired. But mostly only as mp3s (or similar). And I don’t listen to much in that format. I’m a bit old school, and like a real physical object. CDs, in my case.

I’m a bit of a collector/hoarder. To the extent it may be borderline disorder! I’ve been collecting a fair number of Mainstream Records reissues (also via Japan*). And I’m very chuffed with them. I feel similarly drawn to these CTI 50th Anniversary reissues. So much so I’m compiling a list of as many of them as I can find. With a view to getting more, in future.

The above mini-gallery above is me looking at the packaging of just one item from this latest Nipponese order. I was a bit surprised that, unlike the Mainstream and Groove Merchant reissues I’ve got, which have multi-page booklets (albeit they’re in Japanese), these CTI 50th ones only have a single sheet; cover facing front, and a tiny bit of generic info on’t back! Mildly disappointing.

But as the above gallery also shows, they do, on the back of the jewel cases, list personnel. And that’s the info’ I’m most keen to have. Anything further I might be able to glean online?

Son, I love… I say, I love that ol’ Foghorn Leghorn!

The above pic is Flo’, parked outside our local ‘Spoons. We go there for brunch fairly frequently. It’s so cheap! And, occasionally, their Thursday evening Curry Nights.

First bit of news is bad… The Garage rang today, to inform us that Flo’ needs a new complete new clutch. I’d hoped it’s just be a clutch master cylinder, as the RAC guy had suggested it might me.

Well, it’ll cost a shitload more, as a result. Basically all the money we were recently refunded by E-On. Major bummer!

On a more positive note, a guy came out to us today from Anglian Water, and sorted out a blockage in the communal sewers, which serve our house and several others. So after several days living in fear of a poo tsunami, things are back to bog standard once again.

The ‘Flo’ Finished’ in this post’s title refers not to our car, thank goodness. But to the kitchen flo’. Which Teresa secretly finished painting, as I lay abed, snoozing, this morning.

There are a few spots that need touching up. And small patches I’ll have to paint where a wooden block has been holding white goods up off the floor (allowing us to paint a little way under them).

Teresa’s just returned from a trip to the chemist, to pick up a prescription, with some cheap but cheerful charity shop acquisitions:

I’m chilling watching The UK Snooker Championship, and Teresa’s doing little bits ‘n’ bobs…

With Flo’ at The Garage, we had to walk to Taymor Plumbing Supplies, on the other side of town. Before that we had a fortifying brunch, at The ‘Spoons, and then walked for about 50+ minutes, to Taymor.

We stopped to say hello to Ken, on our way, at his home on Norwood Rd. He may’ve been out, or working in one of his sheds. Whatever the case, answer came there none.

I bought some sink/drain unblocking stuff; supposedly stronger than what we’ve used heretofore (in respect of this most recent blockage; you can’t get One Shot anymore, alas).

I’ve used this Rhino stuff once before. And I believe it did the job then? Tho’ using it just now – pouring about half down the bathroom sink, and half down the toilet – has had no apparent effect.

Hmmm!?

In other news… Teresa’s over the moon, ‘cause the new little faux-woodburner she just bought (off Amazon) arrived today:

We’ve plenty to do. The toilet remains blocked and slow to flush. I’ve tried the Rhino stuff, boiling water, and even a plain ol’ plunger. No joy!

And the kitchen floor is minging!

So we’re repainting it. We need all this stuff finished – and my car back, in working order – ASA-effin’-P. Pref’ before Antonio returns from Spain.

I’ve had to leave a strip unpainted, as it’s a busy working kitchen.

We love Teresa’s new fire so much we’ve brought it upstairs with us, for a super cosy vibe in our bedroom.

I think I’ve posted about Steinweiss before? But I was looking at the fab little Taschen book I have on him again, today. And he’s just… well, supremely brilliant.

Yesterday I bought and erected a small set of cuboid storage shelves. They’re cheap ‘uns, from Argos. But they’ve made the bathroom look a lot better/less cluttered.

Small jobs like these provide a disproportionate degree of satisfaction, I find. Simple but necessary and useful pleasures such as this are great.

*Or ‘Bugs’, as our neighbours call it!

Wow! What an amazing film.

This gets the coveted six stars. It’s beyond brilliant.

Everything about this movie is superlatively wonderful. The idea, the execution. The acting, directing, script, and so it goes on.

It’s famed for, amongst other things, Peter Sellers playing three major parts. And all three supremely well. Snd, as we’d expect, with a movie starring Sellers, there are elements of comedy, albeit very black comedy, from the subtle nuanced to the outright farcical.

The names of the characters are sublime: US President Merkin Muffley, Brig. Gen. Jack Ripper, Col. ‘Bat’ Guano, and Group Captain Lionel Mandrake, being just a few examples.

There are several films within the main film:

There’s the flight crew, under Maj. ‘King’ Kong (Slim Pickens), who are ‘just doing their job’. This strand is mostly played as pretty straight drama, with only Picken’s slightly gung-ho newkiller cowboy role stretching the envelope. It’s a very well done subplot, especially in relation to the high-tech airborne procedural stuff.

Then there’s the dynamics between Gen. Ripper and Lionel Mandrake. The former hell bent on annihilating those damn Reds, on account of his formerly faltering libido. The latter realising his superior is sending them all to Hell in a handcart, and is nuttier than a mountain of squirrel guano.

There’s also Merkin Muffley, and his ring of power – pause must be made here to reflect on the glory that is the War Room set – wherein ‘Buck’ Turgidson and Alexi come to blows like a proper pair of clowns.

And there’s even the mini war-film, with US troops attacking Burpelson Air Base. This is shot, in the main, like a documentary, or news item. I think the choice to make the movie in black and white is also connected with the collective memory of WWII newsreels, mostly in black and white.

And set, like jewels, within these strands are some truly wonderful moments, such as the first telephone call between Merkin and his Soviet counterpart, Dmitri. The latter drunk and – like ‘Buck’, earlier – out womanising.

Some of the best lines in film history are to be heard here:

‘Gentlemen, you can’t fight in here! This is the War Room!’ Merkin Muffley

‘Women sense my power, and they seek the life essence. I do not avoid women, Mandrake. But I… I do deny them my essence.’ Gen. Jack Ripper

‘I think you’re some kind of deviated prevert…’ Col. ‘Bat’ Guano

You could say Sellers steals the show, appearing as he does – and to brilliant effect – in three key roles. But the rest of the cast are actually equally brilliant.

I have to pick out the following as particularly charismatic: Sterling Hayden as the lunatic Gen. Ripper; George C. Scott as the gruffly hawkish Gen. ‘Buck’ Turgidson; Slim Pickens, as good ol’ boy Maj. Kong.

Amongst the supporting cast, Tracy Reed is fab, as Miss Scott, Peter Bull’s Alexi is pitch perfect, and Keenan Wynn’s dim Col. ‘Bat’ Guano is priceless.

There’s one member of the B-52 crew I’d dearly love to identify; the navigator. His voice is a key part of the film, during the parts in the B-52. I think it’s this guy:

It’s a beautifully made film, with a very powerful punch, that is simultaneously hilarious and very, very chilling.

What a movie!

To finish, here’s a gallery of ‘in the making’ scenes:

FOOTNOTE:

The fourth picture, in the above ‘making of’ type gallery, is famous photographer, Weegee, with a custard-pie splattered Sellers/Muffley.

A very different ending to the film than that which was finally released was originally shot, culminating not with the ‘Mein Fuhrer, I can walk’ line (and then the exploding bombs/Vera Lynn), but a farcical custard pie fight.

It was rejected, as being too silly – not in keeping with the dark satire of the movie as a whole – and, crucially, the timing was off: there was a line where George C. Scott’s Turgidson character says ‘Gentlemen, our beloved president has been infamously struck down by a pie in the prime of his life!’

The day the movie had its first screen-test, Kennedy was assassinated. For this reason alone – never mind the scene spoiling a dark satire with unwonted levity – it’s not altogether surprising that the pie-fight ending was binned.